by John Banister Tabb (1845 - 1909)

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Language: English 
Were all the heavens an overladen bough
Of ripened benediction lowered above me,
What could I crave, soul-satisfied as now
That thou dost love me?

The door is shut. To each unsheltered Blessing
Henceforth I say, "Depart! What would'st thou of me?"
Beggared I am of want, this boon possessing,
That thou dost love me.

Confirmed with John B. Tabb, Poems by John B. Tabb, London: John Lane, Boston: Copeland and Day, Cambridge: University Press/John Wilson and Son, 1894, page 7.


Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

  • by Blair Fairchild (1877 - 1933), "Content", op. 13 no. 2 (1907?), published 1907 [medium voice and piano], confirmed with a 1989 edition, Recital Publications, Huntsville, TX [ sung text checked 1 time]

Researcher for this text: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

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